Haden's words thundered within the dark swamp, and his aura solidified around the armoured man, trapping him in a cage of red.
Laerain turned her head towards him and called out with warm tears rolling down her beautiful face, "Haden!"
Haden appeared beside her. He knelt and began to wipe her tears with a soft smile tugging on his face.
She forced out a hearty smile and asked while pointing her trembling finger at the armoured man, "What is going on?"
He looked at the armoured man and explained, "The purple fog that permeates the deep southern forest sucks life away from everything and traps it within itself, including the souls."
He paused and continued, "The bloodline of the God of Throne can free those souls, but nearly a thousand years ago, the strongest descendant of the God of Throne had left the mountains as the fog was too dense for him to do anything."
